To Whom It May Concern

In the cadence of your heart,
I slowly float away,
On your wings I depart,
To our own little cay.

A place of paradise,
Where together we live,
And love comes without a price,
And our affection we give.

Her eyes sparkle in the sun,
As she waits patient,
Into her arms I run,
To greet her smile so radiant.

And time just stops,
For I have awaited this moment,
And slowly a tear drops,
For I thought my heart was dormant.

But I was mistaken,
I found love,
I was far from forsaken,
But rather sent to the heavens above.

And to whom it may concern,
I am no longer a suitor,
I have come to learn,
I live for Tudor.